Victorian Scrap Art; Bing Imagesskylarks flying high
scatter dreams from sighs
catch them as they drift to earth
from all daydreams spun
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth
sprites and elves play here
in streams crystal clear
fireflies glow like small green orbs
cast tiny shadows
of days long ago
captured in dim woodland garb
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numinous children
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy
for love’s benefit
transcendentalists
hold this planet preciously
riding a current
of energy, urgent
messages relayed along
cosmic connectors
sending protectors
to dwell among the earth’s throngs
I hope you will join with me at dVerse Poets Pub where I present The Alouette. The doors will open at 3PM EST Thursday.
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ladynyo
/ November 10, 2016this is so lovely! Transportingly so.
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Thanks very much!
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Björn Rudberg (brudberg)
/ November 10, 2016Oh I do love these ones… especially the first pair, with the magic of nature… simply lovely.
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Thanks, Bjorn. I love when the idea for a write just flows through me like these did. I found it a fun form.
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kim881
/ November 10, 2016Your alouettes flutter and fly, Gayle! I especially enjoyed the lines:
‘from all daydreams spun
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth’
and
‘numinous children
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy’
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Oh that’s sweet, Kim, thank you very much!
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Kathy Reed
/ November 10, 2016I took a cue from you with the skylarks with their history and the alouette…but went another direction…yours indeed is musical like the original child’s song…..love the ‘children of indigo’.
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Yes, this skylark idea just popped into my head so I went with it. I really liked yours very much, Kathy. Thanks for coming by and I appreciate your comment.
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Grace
/ November 10, 2016This is a magical write Gayle. Specially love:
choose the happy ones
of starlight, moon beams and mirth
I pray for positive energy and to hold our planet preciously ~
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Thank you very much, Grace…I’m praying with you. xo
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ghostmmnc
/ November 10, 2016Very whimsical! I’d like to live in that land of daydreams, moonbeams, and mirth! 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016So would I, Barbara…I love whimsical! 🙂
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ladynyo
/ November 10, 2016You make it look so easy!
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Ha, it took lots of researching of rhyme words and counting syllables but it really wasn’t too bad. It’s just because you’re feeling so frazzled that you probably felt you couldn’t tackle another thing. It’s okay. But I’m glad I made it look easy!
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ladynyo
/ November 10, 2016Yeah, you did… and I feel like a moron. LOL!
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016No, don’t say that! You’re brilliant! 😉
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ladynyo
/ November 10, 2016ROTF!!! From your mouth to God’s ear. I have to laugh. Tell that to my mother. LOL!
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Well, if your mother doesn’t know that by now, I guess she may never know. Her loss!
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ladynyo
/ November 10, 2016Yeah, my mother…at 96 is an exteme narcissist. No one will ever ‘shine’ in her eyes except herself. Ugh. I’m not even in the line up. But she’s a terrible poet. LOL!
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Now I remember you saying that about her before. You have my sympathy, Jane. My father and ex husband were narcissists…it was a losing battle trying to live with those two.
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ladynyo
/ November 11, 2016Yes. A losing and uphill battle. My first husband was one. Plus the mother. I believe the most damage is done if you have a parent who is tainted with this issue. Perhaps that early damage goes deepest, but marrying a narcissist is like a continual fear factor: you always are tense, stressful. You are fighting for air every hour. It took me a very long time, Gayle, to find the only thing that let me live: No Contact. With both of them. It sounds abnormal with a parent but in my case, it was necessary.
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Bodhirose
/ November 11, 2016Jane, I took the exact same tactic with my ex…no contact. There was no way around it. My father wasn’t much in my life anyway when I became an adult so it wasn’t so much an issue with him. It doesn’t sound abnormal to me because I realize that you’re in survival mode. I commend you for your strength my friend. xo
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ladynyo
/ November 11, 2016Repeatedly I had to be hit over the head because hope springs eternal that these people will someday wake up and be ‘normal’. But that never happens. I believe with narcissists the wiring becomes too twisted. Sad, but yes, we are in a survival mode.
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Bodhirose
/ November 11, 2016They aren’t capable, Jane, that’s the bottom line. There is no ‘normal’ relationships to be had with them. We both did the right thing.
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ladynyo
/ November 11, 2016Yep….and it has changed us forever I believe. In good ways.
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Walter J. Wojtanik
/ November 10, 2016These have a mythologic feeling to them, Gayle. A pure sweeties here!
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016They do have an other worldly feel for sure, Walt. I like that word ‘sweeties’…thanks!
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Brian
/ November 10, 2016Much better than mine. Yours captures the playful song of innocence.
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016Yours had a different message than mine, Brian. You were very eloquent in making your point. Thank you.
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Brian
/ November 10, 2016Thanks Gayle. I still like yours better and that’s alright by me. 🙂
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Bodhirose
/ November 10, 2016You’re very kind, thank you.
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Truedessa
/ November 10, 2016These were wonderful as well as the prompt. I especially liked the first one.
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frankhubeny
/ November 10, 2016Nice, happy poem. It seems to fit the meter well.
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Laura Bloomsbury
/ November 11, 2016you have shown us how it should be done with these gentilles alouettes –
“scatter dreams from sighs
catch them as they drift to earth”
inspirational lines indeed
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paulscribbles
/ November 11, 2016A wonderful elemental journey into a time and place beyond here, beyond now. Beautiful writing.
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Bodhirose
/ November 11, 2016Many thanks, I appreciate your compliment very much.
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Barry D.
/ November 11, 2016Lovely, lovely words. Your poem has elements that transport the reader on warm air currents.
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Bodhirose
/ November 11, 2016And what a lovely compliment…thanks so very much, Barry.
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Bryan Ens
/ November 11, 2016First line of the first reminds me of the larks in In Flanders Fields. ..especially the bit about choosing the happy daydreams. ..I wonder if McCrea was hoping for happier times when he penned those words.
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Bodhirose
/ November 11, 2016Those larks whose singing couldn’t be heard over the gunfire…yes. I’ll bet he was hoping for happier times, Bryan. Thanks so much for your beautiful alouette that you shared.
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Mish
/ November 11, 2016Mystical, magical, terrestrial…..I love the earthiness.
I especially like…”numinous children
of indigo send
vibrations of empathy”
I think they know much about where our world may be headed.
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Bodhirose
/ November 13, 2016Thanks very much, Michelle, and just maybe they do.
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